I've been thinking lately. Of life. And everything it entails. Or doesn't. I've come to the conclusion—well, I may not be alive. But I don't care.
Anyways, apparently the whole world is working on a different timezone than I, because I just slept an hour longer than usual and wasn't made to get up. How queer.
The walls are a completely different color than the month before, and apparently my family has black hair. They always had dark brown hair before, despite how often I said it was otherwise.